Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Harlem Streets, artist - Immortal Technique. Album song Revolutionary Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.10.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Viper
Song language: English
Harlem Streets |
Yeah… Harlem streets stay flooded in white powder |
Like those mother fuckers runnin’away from the twin towers |
Gun shots rock the earth like a meteor shower |
Bowling For Columbine, fair, giving the media power |
Innocence devoured like a chicken spot snack box |
Government cocain cooked into ghetto crack rock |
Corrupt cops false testimony at your arraignment |
Check to check, constant struggle to make the payments |
Working your whole life wondering where the day went |
The subway stays pakced like a multi-cultural slave ship |
It’s rush hour, 2:30 to 8, non stoppin' |
And people coming home after corporate share croppin |
And fuck flossin, mothers are trying to feed children |
But gentrification is kicking them out of their building |
A generation of babies born without health care |
Families homeless, thrown the fuck off of the welfare |
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what’s the problem? |
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what’s the problem? |
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what’s the problem? |
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what’s the problem? |
It’s like Cambodia the killing fields uptown |
We live in distress and hang the flag upside down |
The sound of conservative politicians on television |
People in the hood are blind so they tell us to listen |
They vote for us to go to war instantly |
But none of their kids serving the infantry |
The odds are stacked against us like a casino |
Think about it, most of the army is black and latino |
And if you can’t acknowledge the reality of my words |
You just another stupid mother fucker out on the curb |
Trying to escape from the ghetto with your ignorant ways |
But you can’t read history at an illiterate stage |
And you can’t raise a family on minimum wage |
Why the fuck you think most of us are locked in a cage |
I give niggaz the truth, cause they pride is indigent |
You better off rich and guilty than poor and innocent |
But I’m sick of feeling impotent watching the world burn |
In the era of apocalypse waiting my turn |
I’m a Harlem nigga that’s concerned with the future |
And if your in my way it’d be an honor to shoot ya Up root ya with the evil that grows in my people |
Making them deceitful, cannibalistic and lethal |
But I see through the mentality implanted in us And I educate my fam about who we should trust |
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what’s the problem? |
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what’s the problem? |
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what’s the problem? |
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what’s the problem? |